Oh hi.
Sorry that its been so long. I’ve been, busy.
What’s that? Not a good enough excuse?
Well, if that’s the case, then I am accepting any and all advice for better excuses of why I haven’t given you full updates on my life every 5 minutes.
So in the past few weeks my life has been pretty average. I wake up. I run (using my fabulous Nike Plus to tell me how awful I am). I go to work. I go to my other work. I watch some TV. I go to bed.
Bet you wish you hadn’t complained about me not blogging now, huh?
But during all of this monotony of every-day life, I have come across a few lessons (because it wouldn’t be me without some unnecessary “profound” thoughts).
I complain a lot. Its a fact. I really have no idea why, but I have a few theories. The main one being that if I ever find myself content then I’m afraid I’ll stop growing/changing. And that terrifies me. I like improvement almost as much as complaining. One of the main things I have complained about is my lack of relationships. Or, to make myself sound as lame as possible, my lack of A relationship (aka boys).
I had my heart broken pretty recently and it wasn’t what I would call fun. To put it in drama queen terms, it was horrifying. One would think after such an experience I would have no desire to even be associated with the male half of the world for a while. However, I am Katherine Heigl in “27 Dresses”. Always a bridesmaid, never a bride.
I have no intention of getting married any time soon, mind you. Being so young and in so many weddings has its advantages. I have seen lots of people get married for all the wrong reasons (and a couple of them for the right ones, but that’s few and far between). Still, when you are surrounded by sickeningly “happy couples” that you have to buy things for and watch plan a big, fun party…you start to get a little anxious.
Not only that, but I love people. And being in a relationship, just like being single, has many advantages. Especially when you have a work Christmas party and there’s a “plus one” involved. You’d rather bring your boyfriend than your best friend. True story.
Recently though, I think God heard my cries and answered my prayers…but in a different way than I expected (He’s very good at that).
The other night the girls from the coffee shop and I got together for a “girls night”. We had dinner then went to someones house for dessert and a movie. Most of these girls had boyfriends, and talked about them some (which is understandable), but I wasn’t bombarded with that fact for once. We just had a genuninley good time hanging out and laughing and getting to know each other.
And as I sat watching the movie, crammed on a couch with 5 other girls, I realized that meaningful relationships don’t always come in guy/girl packages. Sometimes the best relationships, the ones we really need, are the people around us every day. Its nice to have that one, special person. But, that person doesn’t always have to be the boyfriend or the girlfriend.
I’m not limited to the support and love of one person. I’ve got many.
I hope that I can remember this next time I’m bummed about being “the only single person left in the tri-state area”. I’m not single at all. In fact, I’m so plural its not funny. And maybe, just maybe, there is a reason I don’t have a boyfriend. Maybe right now I’m supposed to play the part of the friend.
I’m up for that role.
I played the friend role for the best part of 26 years, and one day – quite by accident – discovered that I wasn’t in that role any more, and that somehow I was travelling miles each weekend to visit somebody (the future Mrs Beckett)
It snuck up on both of us.
I sort of believe in the idea that if you’re looking for love you won’t find it. There’s a John Lennon quote similar to it too, isn’t there – about life happening while you’re making other plans.
Great post!